Good Medicine, Hard Times: Memoir of a Combat Physician in Iraq: Trillium Books
Autor Edward P. Horvath MDen Limba Engleză Paperback – 14 iul 2022
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9780814258255
ISBN-10: 0814258255
Pagini: 240
Ilustrații: 12 b&w images
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 20 mm
Greutate: 0.38 kg
Editura: Ohio State University Press
Colecția Trillium
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ISBN-10: 0814258255
Pagini: 240
Ilustrații: 12 b&w images
Dimensiuni: 152 x 229 x 20 mm
Greutate: 0.38 kg
Editura: Ohio State University Press
Colecția Trillium
Seria Trillium Books
Recenzii
“[Good Medicine, Hard Times] is valuable for its on-the-ground details about the Iraq conflict, its granular evocation of day-to-day life during wartime, but even more so for its witness to the selflessness of emergency doctoring. The world would be a better place if we all treated each another with the concern, compassion and caring that Dr. Horvath prescribes.” —Samuel Sweeney, Wall Street Journal
“A compelling story of the professionalism, compassion, and life-saving capacity our Army doctors bring to the battlefield—and of the lasting burdens they bear.” —General George W. Casey Jr., US Army (Ret.)
“A moving new memoir [...] Combat is a crucible. No one who lives through it returns unchanged. Much of Western literature, dating back to Homer, attempts to convey this transformation. In that, Horvath’s memoir joins an ancient tradition. It’s hard but necessary reading." —Mark Antonio Wright, National Review
“What happened in the wars America has fought should never be forgotten. Colonel Horvath’s memoir of the Iraq War—a doctor’s chronicle of saving lives at the precipices of dying—is a must-read testament to acts of valor in one of our hardest wars.” —Daniel Henninger, Deputy Editorial Page Editor, Wall Street Journal
“An intimate recollection of daily life in a US Army combat support hospital by a physician-soldier in Iraq. Dr. Horvath’s words capture the meaning of service: commitment, dedication to duty, and intense love of country.” —Colonel James S. Wu, MD
“In this brilliant, engaging, and deeply moving book, Dr. Horvath shares stories of joy and sorrow, tragedy and triumph, displaying extraordinary compassion toward his fellow human beings—be they friend or foe. In a world of cynicism and despair, readers will be inspired by what selflessness can accomplish.” —Stjepan G. Mestrovic, author of “The Good Soldier” on Trial
“An uncommon story of a physician-soldier with an unwavering commitment to serve America’s sons and daughters on the battlefield.” —Brigadier General Lisa L. Doumont, US Army (Ret.)
“A compelling story of the professionalism, compassion, and life-saving capacity our Army doctors bring to the battlefield—and of the lasting burdens they bear.” —General George W. Casey Jr., US Army (Ret.)
“A moving new memoir [...] Combat is a crucible. No one who lives through it returns unchanged. Much of Western literature, dating back to Homer, attempts to convey this transformation. In that, Horvath’s memoir joins an ancient tradition. It’s hard but necessary reading." —Mark Antonio Wright, National Review
“What happened in the wars America has fought should never be forgotten. Colonel Horvath’s memoir of the Iraq War—a doctor’s chronicle of saving lives at the precipices of dying—is a must-read testament to acts of valor in one of our hardest wars.” —Daniel Henninger, Deputy Editorial Page Editor, Wall Street Journal
“An intimate recollection of daily life in a US Army combat support hospital by a physician-soldier in Iraq. Dr. Horvath’s words capture the meaning of service: commitment, dedication to duty, and intense love of country.” —Colonel James S. Wu, MD
“In this brilliant, engaging, and deeply moving book, Dr. Horvath shares stories of joy and sorrow, tragedy and triumph, displaying extraordinary compassion toward his fellow human beings—be they friend or foe. In a world of cynicism and despair, readers will be inspired by what selflessness can accomplish.” —Stjepan G. Mestrovic, author of “The Good Soldier” on Trial
“An uncommon story of a physician-soldier with an unwavering commitment to serve America’s sons and daughters on the battlefield.” —Brigadier General Lisa L. Doumont, US Army (Ret.)
Notă biografică
Edward P. Horvath, MD, is a veteran of the US Army Reserve Medical Corps. In 2011, he was Task Force Deputy Commander and Chief of Clinical Services for a combat support hospital near Tikrit, Iraq. Previously, he staffed the emergency room and outpatient clinic at the same base. Colonel Horvath was awarded the Bronze Star Medal and later received one of the nation’s highest military honors, the Legion of Merit. In 2013, he received the American Red Cross Hero Award for extraordinary courage in saving lives. He is a primary care physician at the Veterans Affairs Medical Center in Cleveland, Ohio.
Extras
I watched as the families arrived in groups, quietly taking their assigned places on one side of the fence. There were about two dozen families in all, kids and women ranging widely in age. The older women wore the traditional black abaya, covering all but their face and hands, some donning hijabs that left only their eyes visible, their hands covered with long black gloves. But surprisingly to me, the younger adult women were dressed in contemporary Western-style clothing. The school-age youngsters were in neatly attired clothing, the girls wearing full-length dresses, or skirts and knit tops, and most with brightly colored bows nestled in their dark hair. The boys had on khaki slacks or jeans, with turtleneck tops or dress shirts.
Everyone appeared to be apprehensive. Children fidgeted on their bench seats; adults spoke in hushed tones. Being on an American military base where their fathers, sons, or husbands were imprisoned was doubtless an intimidating experience.
The bus eventually arrived with the group of about thirty detainees, who quickly disembarked. The men wore clean clothing and had neatly trimmed beards. Although they were under the watchful eyes of MPs, they were otherwise unrestricted. On entering the visitation building, their pace quickened as they eagerly sought their families. What followed was an emotional scene with mothers embracing their sons, wives hugging their husbands, and children holding onto their fathers. There were many tears and kisses. Faces that only moments before had borne troubled expressions were now smiling. There was even the sound of laughter.
This happy scene did not last long. After five minutes, the guards announced the contact visit ending, with detainees required to move to the opposite side of the dividing fence. The adults complied. The younger children were another matter, holding fast to their fathers, refusing to let go. Many of them looked panic-stricken, no doubt fearful of never seeing their fathers again. The young MPs had to physically pry them from their fathers' arms. Most of the children were now crying or screaming, and many of the MPs were tearful as well, some perhaps thinking of younger brothers and sisters back home. I stepped outside, burying my face in my hands. Never before had I witnessed a scene as heartbreaking as this, and for a moment, I felt ashamed of what we were doing in Iraq.
After regaining my composure, I went back inside, doing my best to console the families, especially the children, though my efforts were mostly unsuccessful. Recalling that my main purpose was to address any concerns family members had about the health of their loved ones, I walked around with an interpreter who introduced me as "tabib amriki," an American doctor. Cautiously at first, I was approached by a few of the women who asked about their husbands or sons. To the extent possible, I conducted my conversation with them at the dividing fence so their loved ones could participate.
As the families began to depart, I tried to catch the dark eyes of some as they passed, especially the women otherwise veiled behind hajibs. I was hoping my kindness bought us some goodwill, but all I saw were eyes ablaze with hatred-hatred for us, hatred for me.
Everyone appeared to be apprehensive. Children fidgeted on their bench seats; adults spoke in hushed tones. Being on an American military base where their fathers, sons, or husbands were imprisoned was doubtless an intimidating experience.
The bus eventually arrived with the group of about thirty detainees, who quickly disembarked. The men wore clean clothing and had neatly trimmed beards. Although they were under the watchful eyes of MPs, they were otherwise unrestricted. On entering the visitation building, their pace quickened as they eagerly sought their families. What followed was an emotional scene with mothers embracing their sons, wives hugging their husbands, and children holding onto their fathers. There were many tears and kisses. Faces that only moments before had borne troubled expressions were now smiling. There was even the sound of laughter.
This happy scene did not last long. After five minutes, the guards announced the contact visit ending, with detainees required to move to the opposite side of the dividing fence. The adults complied. The younger children were another matter, holding fast to their fathers, refusing to let go. Many of them looked panic-stricken, no doubt fearful of never seeing their fathers again. The young MPs had to physically pry them from their fathers' arms. Most of the children were now crying or screaming, and many of the MPs were tearful as well, some perhaps thinking of younger brothers and sisters back home. I stepped outside, burying my face in my hands. Never before had I witnessed a scene as heartbreaking as this, and for a moment, I felt ashamed of what we were doing in Iraq.
After regaining my composure, I went back inside, doing my best to console the families, especially the children, though my efforts were mostly unsuccessful. Recalling that my main purpose was to address any concerns family members had about the health of their loved ones, I walked around with an interpreter who introduced me as "tabib amriki," an American doctor. Cautiously at first, I was approached by a few of the women who asked about their husbands or sons. To the extent possible, I conducted my conversation with them at the dividing fence so their loved ones could participate.
As the families began to depart, I tried to catch the dark eyes of some as they passed, especially the women otherwise veiled behind hajibs. I was hoping my kindness bought us some goodwill, but all I saw were eyes ablaze with hatred-hatred for us, hatred for me.
Cuprins
Preface
Acknowledgments
Introduction to War
Chapter 1 Where It Begins
Chapter 2 Operation Bright Star
Chapter 3 Christmas in Kuwait
Chapter 4 Heading Downrange
Chapter 5 Abu Ghraib Prison
Chapter 6 Goodbye, Abu Ghraib
Chapter 7 I Wonder Who You'd Be Today
Chapter 8 The Chicken Demon
Chapter 9 Troop Medical Clinic
Chapter 10 Back to Baghdad
Chapter 11 Camp Bucca
Chapter 12 An Appeal
Chapter 13 Caring for the Enemy
Chapter 14 The Long Road Home
Chapter 15 I'm Here Again
Chapter 16 Unblinded
Chapter 17 MASCAL
Chapter 18 The Neighbor's Kid
Chapter 19 The Terrorist and the Solider
Chapter 20 COB Speicher
Chapter 21 Getting Checked Out
Chapter 22 Operation Iron Triangle
Chapter 23 One More Time
Chapter 24 Training without End
Chapter 25 The War Resumes
Chapter 26 Suicide
Chapter 27 Burdens of Command
Chapter 28 Rockets-The War Heats Up
Chapter 29 Fathers and Sons
Chapter 30 Going Home for Good
Chapter 31 The Final Mission
Epilogue
Index
Acknowledgments
Introduction to War
Chapter 1 Where It Begins
Chapter 2 Operation Bright Star
Chapter 3 Christmas in Kuwait
Chapter 4 Heading Downrange
Chapter 5 Abu Ghraib Prison
Chapter 6 Goodbye, Abu Ghraib
Chapter 7 I Wonder Who You'd Be Today
Chapter 8 The Chicken Demon
Chapter 9 Troop Medical Clinic
Chapter 10 Back to Baghdad
Chapter 11 Camp Bucca
Chapter 12 An Appeal
Chapter 13 Caring for the Enemy
Chapter 14 The Long Road Home
Chapter 15 I'm Here Again
Chapter 16 Unblinded
Chapter 17 MASCAL
Chapter 18 The Neighbor's Kid
Chapter 19 The Terrorist and the Solider
Chapter 20 COB Speicher
Chapter 21 Getting Checked Out
Chapter 22 Operation Iron Triangle
Chapter 23 One More Time
Chapter 24 Training without End
Chapter 25 The War Resumes
Chapter 26 Suicide
Chapter 27 Burdens of Command
Chapter 28 Rockets-The War Heats Up
Chapter 29 Fathers and Sons
Chapter 30 Going Home for Good
Chapter 31 The Final Mission
Epilogue
Index
Descriere
The moving memoir of one of the most senior-ranking combat physicians to have served on the battlefields of the second Iraq war.